When the sun started setting on the horizon, Logan would normally relax at his place or enjoy a good dinner, either with his friends or his beloved Destiny. Not sit down on top of Summit Planet at Blizzard Beach, playing on his phone while waiting for something to happen.

"Jameson, I'm bored. How long do we have to stay here?" Logan asked with an annoyed sigh.

Indeed, his little black owl friend from the Dream Realm was perched on top of the famous water park attraction, looking all around for any sign of trouble with his baseball bat at the ready. "As long as necessary," he replied, without turning around to look at Logan. "You never know when criminals or big baddies are gonna hit; that's why we must always be careful and ready to interfere."

"I understand that, but what I don't is why did we come here, of all places? Like, I do enjoy coming to Blizzard Beach, but don't you think crimes are more likely to happen in places like Magic Kingdom or Hollywood Studios? There's a lot more stuff to steal and people to attack than here."

"That's exactly what everybody thinks!" Jameson exclaimed, finally turning around. "Places like Magic Kingdom and Hollywood Studios might have lots of targets for bad guys to attack, but they're also full of heroes and defenders to keep them safe all the time! Blizzard Beach don't have this chance; they only have safeguards to keep the guests and characters safe. And don't forget that this park gets less attention than the others when summer ends and nobody wants to play in the water anymore!"

Logan opened his mouth to argue... only to rub his beard. "Oh, wait, actually, that makes sense..."

Jameson's big hears twitched a bit, making him turn his head to look down. "Looks like our first mission is here!"

"What? What is it?! Heartless? A Marvel villain? Monsters?" Logan eagerly asked, summoning his Fenrir Keyblade and getting ready to jump in the action.

"No; a group of kids is running near the pool and the safeguard is too distracted to see it!" Jameson exclaimed, pointing his beak towards the 'crime' in question. "That's against the safety rules; Jameson The Black Owl won't allow it!"

As the young owl opened his wings and flew off Summit Planet, Logan blinked his eyes and sighed. "Great, I feel like I'm gonna spend a fun evening..." Just as he took out his phone to play again, the little gadget started ringing, and he answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, Logan, King of the Champions!" Dewey beamed on the other end. "How's my favorite coach dewing?"

"He's pretty bored because there's nothing to do on top of Summit Planet except watching people having fun in the water. He's also excited to return home and watch a good movie on Disney+," Logan replied.

There was a moment of silence. "What are you doing on Summit Planet?"

"Bah, don't worry; it's not important. Why did you call?"

"My brothers and cousin - that's Webby - are organizing a sleepover at our uncle's manor. Lena and Violet will be there as well! Do you wanna come too? It's gonna be super-fun!"

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I'm coming right away!" Before hanging off, Logan looked at Jameson, who was talking with the safeguard, making him go stop the kids from running near the pool. "... Say, Dewey, you remember Jameson, the little black owl who saved us from that deadly dream during our last sleepover?"

"Yeah, why?"

"He's currently with me; do you mind if I bring him along? He's been alone for some time and doesn't have a lot of friends. I think taking part in a sleepover would do him some good," Logan explained.

"Oh, yeah, you can bring him too! Violet doesn't stop talking about him ever since your rescue mission... In fact, she doesn't stop talking about all of you and your friends who took part in that mission. But mostly Jameson. It'd be cool to get to know him better!"

"Alright, see you in a moment, Dewey!" Logan hung up the phone at the same time Jameson returned on top of Summit Planet. "I got good news, James: Dewey just called me, and we are invited to a sleepover at Manor McDuck."

"A sleepover? Like the one you guys had when I saved you from that nightmare?" Jameson asked.

"Exactly. This will be a good opportunity for you to meet the gang. Everyone will be there, including Lena."

This statement caused the little owl to widen his eyes and make his big ears stand straight. "L-Lena will be there?" He looked down and nervously rubbed his wings. "Do you really think it's a good idea for me to go?"

Sighing, Logan kneeled down and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Listen, Jameson, I know you're afraid of telling her that you are Magica's son, but it's not a good idea to avoid her forever. If anything, you'll end up having regrets. Are you sure you don't wanna come clean now?"

"I do wanna tell her the truth... But I'm too afraid she's gonna hate me for it. You know all the atrocious things my mom did to her during the show," Jameson replied.

"Yeah, I know... Alright, you don't have to tell her today. But you should still come; all of our friends will be there, including Violet. Don't you want to see her again?"

Hearing this, Jameson perked up and smiled. "Yes, yes! I want to! Let's go!"


After a little trip, Logan and Jameson arrived at Manor McDuck, being greeted at the entrance by Della Duck, who happily hugged Logan whilst also making sure to give a friendly welcome to Jameson. "Everybody is up in Webby's bedroom," the mother of the Duck triplets explained as she led her two friends inside the manor. "Webby convinced everyone to play there instead of the living room for this time."

"Cool; it's gonna be a good chance to finally see Webby's famous mystery board," Logan said in excitation. "Are you looking forward to meeting everyone, Jameson?"

The little owl looked down and nervously rubbed his wings together. "I don't know... Honestly, I'd feel more comfortable fighting off evil Dream Eaters..."

"Don't be afraid, kid; my boys and their friends will all like you, I'm sure of it," Della reassuringly said. She opened the door to Webby's playroom. "Here, just take the ladder over there and knock; the kids will answer. Have fun, everyone!"

Following Della's instructions, Logan climbed the ladder and knocked on the ceiling door. A few seconds later, it opened from the other side and a little duck head peaked downwards. "Logan! You came!" Webby beamed.

"Hi, Webby," Logan greeted her with a smile. "Can we come up?"

"Right away!" The young duck teenager moved aside, allowing the human and owlet to enter her bedroom. Most of the gang was already there: Huey, Dewey and Louie were throwing darts on bad guys pictures pinned on Webby's mystery board, Violet rested against a box filled with weapons whilst reading a magic book, and Lena just lid on the bed, using her magic to make items float around.

"Oh, hi, kid," the magic teenager greeted him. "You weren't too busy having fun at Blizzard Beach to come?" She grinned a little bit. "I hope you weren't doing anything that would make Destiny angry."

Logan's face turned red at this comment. "What? No, no, no! You don't understand! I wasn't watching girls or anything!" he quickly defended himself. "We went there because Jameson and I wanted to make sure nobody would cause harm!"

"Course, you did," Lena mused. She then looked at the little owl. "So you're the little guy Violet has been talking about nonstop?"

"Huh..." Jameson became all tense, trying to find what to say whilst looking at his cousin. Upon realizing everybody was now looking at him, his cheeks became visibly red underneath his black feathers. "Hum... Yes... Hi, everyone."

Huey was the first one to rush into the young owl's face. "About time you returned; I have hundreds of questions I've been wanting to ask you since our last sleepover! What breed of owl are you? The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook never ever talked about owls with pitch-black feathers! Uncle Donald told me his human friend can also summon balloons and those creatures called Dream Eaters, like you did during our nightmare. Are you his friend or something? And, as a guest, how did you end up in the Magical World without any parental supervision?"

"Huh..." Jameson looked down and nervously rubbed his wings together.

"Whoa, take it easy, Hubert!" Violet interfered. "It's his first sleepover; don't overcharge him with all your questions." She turned toward her owl friend. "Sorry about that; he tends to let his curiosity get to his head and make him go crazy with all sorts of questions."

Jameson blinked his eyes and tilted his head. "Isn't that what you're doing with magic and history all the time?"

"... True."

"So? I've never been to a sleepover before; what are we supposed to do?" Jameson asked, his little tail feathers shaking in excitation. "Do we have to fight monsters again?"

"This isn't likely to happen," Violet stated, pointing to her box of weapons. "I've made sure to bring everything we need to protect ourselves from mythical entities: nunchucks, bear traps, boomerangs, silver daggers, garlic necklaces, crosses-"

"Wait, how are garlic necklaces supposed to protect us from monsters?" Jameson asked.

"They can keep vampires at bay. Technically speaking, if vampires attack us, we are doomed, but we can still try to survive," the purple bird explained.

Dewey clapped his hands together with a grin. "Alright, everyone! This is our friend's first sleepover, so let's make sure it's also one of the best of his entire life!" A booming noise coming from the lower floors shook the room and made everyone jump. "What was that?" The blue twin went down the attic and into Webby's playroom just in time to see the door getting open by one of his friends. "Gosalyn? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Dewey," the red-haired duck greeted her friend with a smile. "Drake came over to visit Launchpad, and Mr. McDuck told me you guys were having a sleepover. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, Gos! You know you're always welcome to the gang whenever we do crazy stuff!" Dewey said, exchanging a high-five with his friend. She texted her guardian to let him know about her situation before following Dewey back to the attic. "Hey, everyone! Look who's here!"

"Gosalyn!" Webby beamed and went to hug her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"My father came to visit Launchpad; he had to leave and went to see Fenton Crackshell because... You know why," Gosalyn gave an accomplice wink to the pink duckling. She then took notice of tonight's special guest. "Hey, I know you; you were that owl who saved us from that nightmare during our last sleepover. Huh..."

"Jameson," Logan informed, placing his hand on the little owl's head. "Jameson, you remember Gosalyn?"

"Yeah, hi," the Black Owl politely waved his wing at her. "Sorry for not properly introducing myself the other time, but I had... things to deal with."

"Hey, it's fine. Thanks again for saving our butts back there," Gosalyn said and gave him a friendly nudge on the shoulder.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, we can finally start-" Dewey tried to say, only to be interrupted when something entered the room through the window. "Aww, what now?"

"B.O.Y.D.!" Huey exclaimed with a smile as his robot friend landed.

"Hello, Huey," B.O.Y.D. greeted and hugged the red twin. "Dr. Dad and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera were upgrading my software in the lab when Mr. Mallard arrived and started talking about needing new gadgets for reasons I don't know. He allowed me to have the evening for myself, so I came to visit you all. Are you doing something special?"

"Yup! We're having a sleepover," Logan told him. "Wanna join us?"

"Yes!"

"But what about your other parents?" Gosalyn asked. "Do they know you're here?"

"Yes; Dr. Dad let them know my upgrade could take all night long," B.O.Y.D. confirmed with a nod. "Do you want me to contact them? Maybe I could invite my adoptive brother, Doofus, to come too."

"NO!" Louie immediately exclaimed, causing the others to look at him with confused expressions. "... Let's just say Doofus and I don't exactly have a good history together."

"Yaaay! Our whole group is united!" Webby beamed. "It's time to begin the greatest sleepover of all time!"

"What idea do you have in mind, Pink?" Lena asked.

"We're gonna play one of the greatest games ever invented." With a grin, the young female duck pulled out an empty bottle from seemingly out of nowhere. "Truth or Dare!"

"Oh, yeah, I heard about that game before!" Logan exclaimed. "Is it as fun as people say it is?"

"It totally is! A few years ago, we had a magic party with other teenagers at the Owl House - Gabriel was there too," Lena explained. "It wasn't as fun as the game we did after, Magic Quest, but we did have interesting challenges and revelations." She grinned a bit. "Did you know that Gabriel once had to take care of the 99 Dalmatian puppies all at once? And that they dragged him all around Main Street USA?"

"Really?!" Logan exclaimed, his eyes widening as he laughed a bit. "Man, that must've been a nightmare!"

"So? How does this game work?" Jameson asked in excitation to play his first sleepover game.

"First off, we need to sit down in a circle around the bottle," Webby instructed, the entire group doing so. "Once it's done, every player takes turns spinning the bottle; the player that gets pointed at by the tip of the bottle must choose to either answer a truth or perform a dare of the player who span the bottle's choosing."

"That sounds fun!" B.O.Y.D. said. "What happens if a player refuses to answer a question or perform a dare?"

"Then that player will get to be punished by the other players. And believe me... You don't wanna be punished...," Webby said with a sinister look that sent a shiver down everyone's spine. However, she almost instantly returned to her usual, cheerful self. "The other rule is that dares must not cause any physical pain to players nor put their health in danger. So, for example, you cannot dare someone to jump off the manor's rooftop. And the truths must not be about sensitive topics that could hurt a player's feelings. Understood?"

Everybody nodded a yes. After a brief discussion, it was decided that Dewey would be the first one to go. "Let's dew-it!" he beamed and gave the bottle a good spin. To his joy, it landed on his teacher. "Alright, Logan, truth or dare?"

"I'll go with truth and keep the dares for later," he replied.

"Okay, let's see..." Dewey rubbed his chin, trying to think of a good one. "I got it! How did you fell in love with Destiny? Like, where did the spark of your love began?"

This question caught the interest of many players, all of them eager to hear the answer. "Oh boy, that's a huge question," Logan sighed, looking up. "Well, as most of you guys probably know, Finding Dory, the movie that Destiny is from, is one of my most favorite animated movies of all time. When I saw it for the first time, my already strong love for animation became even stronger than before - I just loved everything about the movie; the story, the animations, the themes, but mostly, the characters. And Destiny is the character that stole the spotlight for me. I can't clearly explain why, but I just fell under the charm of her kindness and adorable nature - she just was one of the most unique characters I had ever seen. After seeing the movie for the first time, I would sometimes make that dream where I saw her floating in the middle of the blue ocean. During that dream I always felt at peace, no fear, no worries, no stress; just serenity, warmth and pure happiness. I guess that's the main reason I'm in love with her, because her presence makes me feel this warmth and happiness. Whenever she's around, I feel the courage to do and accomplish anything..."

Webby, Gosalyn and Huey all let out charmed 'awww!'s while B.O.Y.D. tilted his head, Dewey and Lena chuckled a bit, and Jameson had sparkles in his eyes with a big smile and his tail feathers shaking happily. Louie, however, did not pay any attention to Logan's love story and simply did something on his cellphone, which annoyed the Dream Defender quite a bit.

"I'm sure Destiny's also very happy with you, Logan," Webby assured. "It's your turn to spin the bottle now."

The human did just that. Much to his happiness, it stopped on the only one who didn't listen to him. "Alright, Louie, truth or dare?"

"Dare, whatever."

"Alright." A little grin spread across Logan's lips as he came up with the perfect idea. "I dare you to... call the last person you've texted on your cellphone and tell this person that you love him or her very much!"

"What?!" Louie actually widened his eyes and looked away from his phone. "Y-You're kidding, right?!"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"You know the rules, Louie. Do the dare or face the punishment," Dewey said, crossing his arms with a smirk.

With a sigh of resignation, Louie composed a number on the dial and waited for the other end to respond. Everybody was eagerly waiting to see who would be the lucky one. "Hello?" Louie said once the other person picked up the call. "Hey, hi, Aunt Goldie. I just wanted to call and say that I love you very, very, VERY much! With all of my heart. Bye!" As Louie hung up, he realized that almost everybody looked at him with surprised expressions. "What?"

"... You're still in contact with Goldie? And you're even calling her 'auntie' now?" Huey asked in disbelief.

"Huh, I feel like I'm missing something. Who's Goldie?" Lena asked.

Webby awkwardly rubbed the back of her head. "Goldie O'Gilt is my father's girlfriend."

"WHAT?! SCROOGE MCDUCK HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!" Lena, Violet and Gosalyn all exclaimed at the same time.

"As crazy as it sounds, yeah," Louie confirmed. "She shares the same love for treasures and adventure as him... with a preference for treasures. They were together during their youth, but broke up after a time. But they eventually came back together, not before she and I formed a partnership. While it's true that she did betray me on our first scheme, we still remained in contact and I learned a lot from her. Since Scrooge is my uncle, and she's his girlfriend, it technically means I'm allowed to call her 'auntie'."

At this moment, the attic's door burst open and the head of an elder duck peeked through. "What's this blabberish about?! Did I hear someone talk about Goldie O'Gilt?"

"Hum... Hi, Mr. McDuck," Logan politely greeted him.

"Oh, greetings, lad," Scrooge said before jumping in the room. "Now, why were you talking about Goldie?"

"I was just telling everyone about your current romantic relationship and how I now call her 'auntie'," Louie explained.

"True to be told, I never pictured you as the romantic type, Mr. McDuck; I thought the only love you had was for your family and your fortune," Violet said.

"Yes, I never would've believed that my heart would one day fall for another duck... until the day I met Goldie, my one true love!" the elder duck admitted with a little blush. He then looked a bit more seriously at Louie. "But you've been keeping contact without her and even started calling her 'auntie' without telling me about it?"

Louie shrugged. "I don't tell you every aspect of my life. You should know that better than anyone else, Uncle Scrooge."

"Right...," Scrooge admitted. He then smiled. "Well, if ye lads are having a game night, how about I join in? It'll be a good way for me to learn more about ya all while also kicking yer butts and show you I'm the Game Night Champion!"

A little chuckle escaped Logan's mouth. "Just out of curiosity, have you ever played Truth or Dare before, Mr. McDuck?"

"No, why?"

"Oh, nothing." Logan and the other kids chuckled in unison. "I think it was your turn, Louie?"

"Right!" Louie grabbed the bottle and made it spin until it stopped on the next target. "Okay, Violet, truth or dare? I'm warning you that I'm gonna make this interesting, regardless of your choice."

The hummingbird rubbed her chin. "Alright then, dare. Might as well go all the way to make it interesting if I'm doomed anyway."

"Hmm... I dare you to... Oh, I got a good one! Violet Sabrewing, I dare you to say at least twenty swear words!"

"Hey! No swearing in me home!" Scrooge protested.

"Sorry, Mr. McDuck, but the rules are forcing me to do as he says," Violet apologized. Taking a deep breath, she started saying one swear word after the other, each more vulgar than the last. Logan had the reflex to clasp his hands on Jameson's ears so that the owlet wouldn't be hearing any of it.

By the time she was done, everybody looked at her like she had three heads. "... I had no idea you knew this many swear words, Vi," Gosalyn said.

"You kiss your mom with that mouth?!" Scrooge asked in disbelief.

"I have no mom; just two dads."

"It honestly feels weird to hear you talking like this when you always have a dignified tone in your voice, Violet," Huey said.

The young purple bird simply shrugged and gave the bottle a spin. "What can I say, I'm a rule follower, Hubert. Speaking of which, it is your turn to pick truth or dare, Logan Jindrak."

"I'll go for dare this time, since my last pick was truth," Logan replied.

Violet gave an analyzing stare at the human's body for some reason. "You know, Logan, of all the people I know, I think you have the most... masculine appearance of them all." As Logan proudly smiled at this, the hummingbird grinned a bit. "It makes me wonder how you'd look with makeup. That's why my dare is for you to let me give you a little pedicure."

"What?!" Logan exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

"You have to do it, Logan; that's the rule," Dewey simply said with a grin.

Without any enthusiasm, Logan followed Violet outside the attic. A few minutes later, they returned, Logan having a fresh coat of purple paint over his fingernails. As the others chuckled, Logan blushed a lot. "That's so humiliating... Doing something so... girly...," he mumbled. "At least, she was kind enough to let me choose the color..."

"Hmm, I don't know. I find it suits you well," Webby said.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, I always found that you were in good touch with your... feminine side, kid," Lena agreed with a smug look.

Logan became flustered by this comment and glared at the teenage duck. "That's not true! I'm one of the most masculine guys there's around! If there's a guy with a feminine personality, it's Silver!" Far from being intimidating, his reaction only made his friends laugh even more. Taking a deep breath, Logan spun the bottle, the next target being Gosalyn. "Alright, Gos, truth or dare?"

"Dare! Hit me with what you got!" the red-haired duck said with cracking her knuckles.

"Let's see... I dare you to show us the coolest trick you can pull off with a bow and arrows!"

"No probs." She reached into the pocket of her bomber jacket and pulled out a small device that flicked into a bow. "Can you help me with that, Logan?"

The Dream Defender used his Magical Sketchbook to summon arrows and balloons into reality. With everybody backing up to a safe distance, Gosalyn showed rather impressive bowman skills by shooting the arrows, all of them connecting with the balloons - not a single one missed! She shot with different poses, sometimes not even looking with her eyes.

"That was soooo cooool!" Jameson beamed. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?!"

"I've been practicing, is all," Gosalyn replied, retracting her weapon and pulling it back in her jacket's pocket. "Please, don't tell Drake nor Launchpad that I'm keeping this bow on me; I asked Dr. Fenton and Dr. Gearloose to make it for me so that I can be more useful in missions. I'd like to surprise them with it when they won't be expecting it, superhero style." She spun the bottle, this time landing on Jameson. "Truth or dare, Jameson?"

"Dare!" the kid replied, his tail feathers shaking in excitation.

Gosalyn thought about a good dare for the kid... then smiled. "Okay, little guy, since I showed you the coolest trick I can do with my bow, how about you show me what you can do with that bat of yours?"

"Okay!" Taking his baseball bat in his wings, Jameson pointed it forward and started emanating red energy. "RED PHOENIX BLA-"

"No, no, no, wait!" Logan stopped the little guy before he could destroy anything. "You're gonna blow a hole in the wall. Here, let me help you." Using his Magical Sketchbook, Logan created a training dummy that Jameson could use for his demonstration. "Here, shoot at this."

"If you want. RED PHOENIX BLAST!" The little black owl shot his bird-shaped red magic attack that annihilated the dummy, leaving only a trail of dust. The others cheered at the demonstration, making the owlet blush.

The game went on for a few hours, with Scrooge having to show the young ones everything he could do with his pogo stick cane, Violet having to swallow extremely burning spices (which she managed to do with relative ease), B.O.Y.D. showing a few cool tricks he could do with his incorporated gadgets, and Logan having to lift all triplets at once. He did it without trouble thanks to Anubis' Khopesh (and, naturally, it led to Violet asking him tens of questions on the topic). The last dare saw Lena using her magic powers to make Jameson fly around.

"Yaaay! That was fun!" the owlet beamed and giggled after being set back on the floor. "Thanks, Lena!"

"Anytime, little buddy," the teenage duck replied and gave a friendly pat on Jameson's shoulder. For some reason, this gesture caused Jameson to freeze and tremble a bit. He pushed the corners of his beak up into a clearly forced smile before going back to sit down at his place, Lena being left curious by this reaction.

"Alright, lads, only one more turn left, and then, it will be time to go to bed," Scrooge announced.

"Yeah, it's getting pretty late," Lena yawned and span the bottle for the last time. It landed on Scrooge. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare; let's get this over with," the elder duck replied in a tired tone.

Lena thought about it carefully, wanting to end the game on a high note. Suddenly, the perfect idea came to her mind and a grin formed on her beak. "Alright, Mr. McDuck, for the final turn, I dare you... to give a coin from your fortune to all of us."

Scrooge's eyes widened and his beak dropped, as if he had been announced that Goldie was gonna have a baby. The other kids (and Logan) were quite surprised by this dare, too, Louie's eyes sparkling with admiration. Soon, Scrooge's face twisted into a frown. "How can you lad come up with such a cruel idea?!" he asked, to which the teenager simply shrugged and gave a little smile. "Very well, but I will remember this!"

The elder duck reached into his personal money bag and proceeded to give a golden coin to the other players. It was at this moment that something strange happened: the golden coin given to Logan glowed into light and transformed into what seemed to be a keychain with Scrooge's number one dime at the end of it.

"What's that?" Gosalyn asked.

"...?! It couldn't be...!" Logan mumbled to himself. He quickly summoned his Fenrir Keyblade, removed its keychain, and replaced it by the one that the coin turned into. As he expected, his weapon briefly turned into light and then completely changed its appearance. It was no longer Fenrir, but instead, a golden Keyblade whose handle was covered by a silver ยข and the side of the blade's tip had a silver $.

While the others were surprised or confused, Logan was smiling with joy. "Amazing! A new Keyblade!"

"I don't recognize this item," B.O.Y.D. said while analyzing the new object.

"This is exactly like that weird key-shaped item Donald's friend likes to use to fight off those hocus pocus things," Scrooge remarked.

"What's this, Logan? And what happened to Fenrir?" Dewey questioned.

Logan looked at him with a smile. "Sora and Riku explained to me that us Keyblade Wielders can obtain new Keyblades by visiting worlds and forming bonds with the people inhabiting them. It must be because I developed strong bonds with all of you (mostly Della and Dewey) that Scrooge's gift to me manifested into a new keychain. Only, I've never seen this Keyblade before." He took out his cellphone and checked through all the information he had been given by Master Yen Sid. "Okay, apparently, it's called 'Quackpot'. It doesn't have as much strength as Fenrir, but it has better length and magic boost. From what I can read, it also has the unique ability of shooting golden fireballs that can turn the targets into gold coins."

Scrooge's eyes comically turned into dollar signs as a grin spread across his beak. "Turning... things into... coins?!" He was visibly struggling not to jump on the spot. "Would you mind doing a little demonstration, lad?"

"Sure. Is there anything around here you want me to turn into coins?" Logan asked. The elder duck ran out of the bedroom faster than a rocket, returning seconds later with a few books he didn't really like and only kept for the decoration. "Alright, everyone behind me, unless you wanna be turned into a coin." Logan took a deep breath and rose Quackpot. "Here we go... Golden Fireball!" With a swing of his new Keyblade, Logan shot a golden fireball that turned all the books into little golden coins.

"Bless me bagpipes! This is fantastic!" Scrooge beamed and immediately pulled the coins into his hat. "That's gotta be one of the best deals I ever made; a single coin against a potentially limitless source of coins! You don't mind staying here a bit longer tomorrow, lad? There are quite a few things in this manor that I don't use anymore."

"Sure; my shift tomorrow is only in the afternoon." He pulled Quackpot away. "But if you don't mind, I'm a bit tired and would like to go to sleep now." The others agreed with him, also yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Scrooge wished goodnight to everyone, kissed his daughter on the forehead, and then left the bedroom. While Webby laid in her bed, the others all took place in their sleeping bags, Jameson having to share one with Logan since they were kinda out of bags.

Whereas everybody fell asleep in a good mood from having a fun sleepover, Logan being particularly excited to use his new Keyblade again tomorrow, things were not so easy for Jameson. He stared at the unconscious figure of his cousin, unable to fall asleep. Eventually giving up, he stood up, got out of the sleeping bag, and went to lock himself up in the bathroom.

Standing all alone in the dark room, Jameson touched a wing to his shoulder, where Lena had patted him. He remembered her calling him 'little buddy'. A friendly nickname and gesture like these would've made anybody feel happy... but not him. He didn't want just a friendly pat and nickname... What he wanted... was for his cousin to take him in her arms and call him family... but he knew it was impossible... He was the son of the woman who had made her life miserable... If she learned the truth, there's no way she wouldn't hate and push him away...

He couldn't go to his cousin... Not to his uncle; he probably was mad at his sister, too... And he couldn't even return to his mom. She would be mad at him for disobeying her orders...

Jameson's lower beak started trembling, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Unable to contain himself any longer, the little owl went to curl in a corner and quietly sobbed as he cried to himself...

Author's note *clean my tears away* Poor little Jameson. Sure, he still has his friends like Logan and the Dream Eaters... but that doesn't change anything to the fact that he would like to be close to his family. Let's hope he'll find the courage to do so one day. Maybe Gabriel and the others'll be able to help him with that, seeing as Logan doesn't know what to do.

On a more positive note, Logan has gained a new Keyblade! I've been thinking about it lately, and decided it would be time for Logan to start collecting new Keyblades - I wasn't going to have him fight only with Fenrir all the time, right? The most exciting part of this decision is that it allows me to create new Keyblades that aren't in the games! 'Quackpot' is a pun on the words 'quack' and 'jackpot', but you probably guessed it already. Quackpot, the Keyblade of Ducktales! It's ability to shoot golden fireballs is an idea I got from the Golden Flower in New Super Mario Bros 2.

Next time: Logan goes for a special wardrobe change.